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ODE XIV.
[Ye lofty woods that proudly sweep]
Ye lofty woods that proudly sweep
Along the hill, along the plain,
That in your bounds fair pastures keep,
And fields enrich'd with golden grain:
Along the hill, along the plain,
That in your bounds fair pastures keep,
And fields enrich'd with golden grain:
Ah! not for me this ample space
Of hill and vale, ye proudly sweep;
Nor yet for me your groves embrace
Rich fields and pastures white with sheep.
Of hill and vale, ye proudly sweep;
Nor yet for me your groves embrace
Rich fields and pastures white with sheep.
Yet let me praise you, nor in vain
That your dark solitudes among
I may of fate unkind complain
And love's reward delay'd too long:
That your dark solitudes among
I may of fate unkind complain
And love's reward delay'd too long:
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Yet let me praise you, that I may
On your smooth trees the name engrave
Of her from whom so far I stray,
To wayward destinies a slave.
On your smooth trees the name engrave
Of her from whom so far I stray,
To wayward destinies a slave.
O mighty lords, ye to whose share
These woods and fields, and pastures fall,
How long to you alone her care
Shall fortune lend, deaf to my call?
These woods and fields, and pastures fall,
How long to you alone her care
Shall fortune lend, deaf to my call?
Still busy for your state and power,
Fair lands, proud mansions to provide;
When will she rear my humble bower,
When will she give to me my bride?
Fair lands, proud mansions to provide;
When will she rear my humble bower,
When will she give to me my bride?
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